(I work on a deli counter in a local supermarket. I’m opening today. It’s before seven am and I’m the only person on the counter right now. Our uniform requires us to wear a hat for health and safety, which disguises my hair. A customer approaches.)

Customer: “Hi, I was told I needed to speak to [My Name]?”

Me: “That’s me.”

Customer: “No, I don’t think so. She’s a short woman, about five foot tall.”

Me: “That could still be me, ma’am.”

Customer: “No, it wasn’t you. Maybe I’m in the wrong store. She has shoulder-length brown hair.”

Me: “Er…”

Customer: “Let me guess; so do you?”

Me: “Yes.”

Customer: “Well, it isn’t you!”

(The customer left. I never found out what it was she wanted or if she found my doppelgänger. Certainly one of the stranger experiences I’ve had on the counter.)